I knew there was something wrong with my ex-bestie, but I could never put a name to it! It took a little prodding to find the right name after her last debacle.
The girl was stupid.
She didn’t have a bit of proper sense in her body. Right after I broke up with him last month, she told me she was going to go out and get drunk. It devastated him. I was splitting up with him, and I wouldn’t even deliver him an explanation, but for months, I had been telling him she was drinking too much and using too much marijuana. I knew she had a medical marijuana ID card, but I also knew she wasn’t supposed to be driving while under the influence. The night I broke up with him, she came to the house wreaking of booze and marijuana. I refused to get in the vehicle and told him I was done. I walked back into the house and locked the door, six weeks later, I saw him on television. The police had arrested him for reckless driving. They said she was visibly intoxicated and the odor of alcohol and marijuana was in the car. I got a PC call from him while she was in jail. She said she had been using medical marijuana, and the police had it all wrong. I didn’t want to hear about it, despite the fact that she kept talking, so I hung up. Three afternoons later, her mother called me. She said she was using medical marijuana when she walked into the courthouse, and they put him in jail. She thanked me for splitting up with him and hoped this was an excellent lesson for him.